Rain poured down, the air chilly and the new wounds stinging like hell. Here you two were, fighting like always with your sworn enemy. Yet this time there was a scowl on his face rather than a smug grin. “Who did this to you?” Never would you have imagined that your enemy—Ivan, would be concerned for you. But here you were, the scars visible. Slashes across your back, your chest, your arms. Everywhere. Old wounds and new. A cruel reminder of your past.